As far as "crisis" style things, I'm just not interested. I'm content in my mini-van for now. Happy married. Great kids. Good job, good income. Good dog, good house. I don't feel anxiety for the things I may not get to experience, I feel it for my ability to be content with what I will be able to experience.
Your quote right there says it all, IMNSHO:
To me it's just a number. I hit 40 and life was great... great job (Bicycle Patrol Assignment at Hollister PD), best shape of my life, healthy, and engaged to a beautiful, younger blonde,. Then it seemed everything fell apart - 9/11, then a couple weeks later dumped via cell phone call - I came home from work and all the door locks changed w/o warning. I was 'homeless' and single. On my 41st birthday - literally @ 1:30am, I was injured at work (eventually career ending). I was told I coulda/shoulda been a quadriplegic, but my Guardian Angel was having none of that, Blessed. I unchained myself from my usual trepidation, fears, and timidity that ruled my life.
During my time off/ recovery I was standing in line at a coffee shop. Struck up a conversation with a sexy blonde ... them damn blondes, again. The best thing to ever happen to me. Been together ever since that day, 14 years, married for 12 and I cherish every day. Moved to Indiana to be closer to our new grand-daughter, and we Skype with my folks in CA every Sunday, go back and visit when we can. Precious time....
"Don't sweat the petty things, pet the sweaty things", as my Missus likes to tell me if I start to stress over something. I'll hit 56 this July - gotcha beat by 1 1911ly - Missus is a 2X cancer survivor, I take my aches pains and setbacks with determination and moving ever-forward. WE appreciate what we have, each other, and don't take our blessings for granted.
Sounds like you are going to do just fine, ya young un'
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